In one fell swoop, more than 180 friends and family were taken away from us by the bushfires of Summer in Victoria, Australia.
It still shocks me too the core, one week on and I'm still shaking, I still feel sick to think of all the suffering, yet my soul is pulling me to go and assist somehow in the aid effort. If only I could drive, I'd gladly do something.
There's no words to describe how people feel in this situation. I don't feel that this is one of those events that I say, "Oh that's terrible." and can continue eating. I've shed tears like many of the other Victorians who have see the events take place.
It only took less than 12 hours for the fires to kill 180+. Smoldering bodies cover the sidewalks and hug steering wheels as many failed to escape the grasp of the fires. Others never were given the chance to run, and were found grasping one another in a last loving embrace. The Australian wrote in an article,
Down the road in Yarra Glenn, Melanee Hermocilla, 23, her boyfriend, Greg Lloyd, 22, and her brother Jason Hermocilla, 21, were house-sitting someone else's home when the fire engulfed them. They huddled together under wet towels and phoned their parents to say goodbye.
Can you imagine that? Receiving a call from your child? Telling you they're about to die?
Those who survived on ovals, in pools, in bunkers had to listen to the sound of fire ripping through the towns. The sound of the towns dying.
By the end of that day, Wandong, Kinglake West, Strathewen, Kinglake and Marysville ceased to exist. Thousands were left homeless and countless memories were destroyed.
Survivor witness reports claim that once the fire has taken ahold of Marysville, coming outside onto the street was like entering hell. It literally rained down fire, the sound of the burning was so loud it was overpowering. In the words of Lucie O'Meare, "That fire was evil, it had a purpose. It was hungry."
This makes no sense, but I need to say this stuff somewhere, I feel that if I don't I'll just get worse. Please if anyone reads this, donate to help the relief effort. If you can't at least do something, investigate, pray just do something.
Those who survived on ovals, in pools, in bunkers had to listen to the sound of fire ripping through the towns. The sound of the towns dying.
By the end of that day, Wandong, Kinglake West, Strathewen, Kinglake and Marysville ceased to exist. Thousands were left homeless and countless memories were destroyed.
Survivor witness reports claim that once the fire has taken ahold of Marysville, coming outside onto the street was like entering hell. It literally rained down fire, the sound of the burning was so loud it was overpowering. In the words of Lucie O'Meare, "That fire was evil, it had a purpose. It was hungry."
This makes no sense, but I need to say this stuff somewhere, I feel that if I don't I'll just get worse. Please if anyone reads this, donate to help the relief effort. If you can't at least do something, investigate, pray just do something.
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